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For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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For
Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.

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A Kitty and Eoko Fanfiction.

Warnings: Swearing! (In case you hadn't noticed that by
now.) And boy/boy relations (In case you hadn't worked that out by
now.)

Disclaimer: Eoko and I do not own the FF8 characters.
T_T Such a sad, sad thing. We don't even make any money off of this.
Woe.

Author's
Notes:

Kitty:
I am highly amused that "Mayhem" is actually listed as a
charge on the website I'm using to pick the names for the chapter.
Granted, it actually refers to causing injury on purpose, which has
nothing to do with this chapter at all, but the whole chapter is
filled with mayhem anyway. Who knew Mayhem was a felony?

Eoko:
As that is probably not a Canadian or Australian site- well at least
not Canadian, I will ignore that classification as a criminal act.
Also, yay for chapter.

Kitty:
I think it's American, since there's no country add-on thingy after
the URL. But it was the only one I could find with more than about
five charges on it. -_-

Eoko:
I think you're right, since it uses felony.

Kitty:
Probably. Nevermind though, eh? I don't even know how long since we
last uploaded. I am very slack and forgetful.

Eoko:
Yeah... worse than me. *grins*

Kitty:
Shut up.

Eoko:
You shut up, and update.

Kitty:
I'm going to. That's why we're doing these Author Notes.

Eoko:
*looks at them* I think that's good. ^^

Kitty:
Kay~ *prances off*

Chapter
6 – Mayhem.

Zell had stayed with
Javier for the remainder of the noon lock up, not that there was much
time left to spend idly after discussing matters with the Elites,
sucking off Seifer and then taking the boy that was presently resting
next to him. Still, it was a pleasant way to pass the time until the
cell doors opened again.

He and his boy had
gotten dressed again after they’d caught their breath, and now
awaited the opportunity to go to dinner. When the doors opened Zell
shooed the raven haired boy out and off to his meal.

The tattooed man headed
over to Seifer’s cell to make sure he and Irvine were both in
fact alive. He was fairly certain that his impromptu blow job had
effectively calmed the mob boss, but he wasn’t sure exactly how
long that calm would last.

He smirked when he got
to Seifer’s cell, the occupants already moving to go to dinner.
“Glad to see you both survived.”

“Like he could do
anything to me, Ink. Fuck, you crazy?” Seifer said, motioning
with his hand and chuckling.

Zell glanced over at
the hitman and cocked a brow. “I’m sure he’s got
something up his sleeve, or down that hidden pocket he’s
somehow managed.” He smiled pleasantly as sky blue eyes glared
menacingly at him.

“You’re
starting to look pretty beat up, Paris,” he commented
offhandedly, joining Seifer as he left his cell and headed toward the
mess hall.

Irvine glared harder
and followed behind the two. “Funny that. Here I thought
beatings were, like, good for the complexion.”

“I see your ‘good
humor’ is still intact,” the taller blond said, nudging
the shorter in the arm and snickering.

- - -

The rest of the evening
was uneventful, even for the displeased cell mates. Irvine had
actually managed to go several hours without being hit. He was
finding that it was much more enjoyable to not get hit. Now,
if only he could fuel that fire in his green eyed cell mate and avoid
having his own go black.

When the bell for night
lock up sounded everyone made their way back to their little box
homes and began to settle down for the night. Zell rested his arms
on the reinforcing bar of his cell, hands dangling out into the hall.

“Is it Tuesday,
or Wednesday?” the blond asked, face turned to the left and
towards Seifer and Irvine’s cell. They were only two down.

“Wednesday, why?”
Seifer asked, taking up a similar position at his own cell, face
turned right.

“We’ll have
to do introductions then.” He chuckled and ran his fingers
through his hair.

“Introductions
for wh- oh… right. I forgot they were in tonight. Well,
better to shock him all at the beginning.”

“Shock who, bout
what, when, and what the fuck?” Irvine’s voice floated
down to Zell’s ears, though not nearly so clear as Seifer. The
guard suspected he was further back in the cell, maybe brushing that
silky looking hair…

“Just a couple
guards…” Zell replied, trying to decide if that was the
best word to describe them.

“Oh joy. Couple
more arseholes like Captian Hardarse? Are you goin’ to tell me
to, like, suck up to them and be a good little prison boy scout?”

Seifer nearly choked,
and then proceeded to almost have a head on collision with the bars
of his cell. “Oh hell. No. They aren’t like the
captain. Not at all. They’re worse.”

“Scary as all
hell. Even I’m terrified. Rikan!” Zell called to his
right. “You know who I’m talking bout, right?”

“Fuck yea,”
the voice of the robber joined the conversation. “Terrifying…
those two. Man, when they’re together, better to play dead.”

“Or you could
just do that twenty-four seven and make all our lives more enjoyable,
twit,” Seifer added, then resolved he’d say nothing more
to the spiky haired man that evening.

“Don’t
worry, Lock,” Zell purred. “Some of us like you well
enough.”

“Whore!”
Seifer accused as his face twisted into a look of anger. Rikan
didn’t deserve Zell’s attention. Not when he was joking
and especially not on the rare occasion he got it. The thief wasn’t
even recognized as being in existence to Prof, he wasn’t
anywhere near the top of the heap, and frankly only managed to stay
relatively safe because he was too annoying to deal with or
rape.

“Gah!”
Seifer exclaimed. “Get off me!”

Zell moved to the
farthest right of his cell and pressed his face against the bars to
catch a glimpse of the two guards of the hour, each with their middle
finger and thumb pinching one of the taller blond’s own
fingers.

He pulled his hand back
and inspected it as if worried he been infected by something
astronomically dangerous and most likely deadly.

The shortest of the two
guards, and actually shorter than Zell, giggled merrily and swatted
the taller in the arm. “Helloooo, Seifer.” She
beamed at him and he took a step back.

“Where’s
the fish?” the taller woman with bleach blond hair asked,
pushing her cap up with her night stick and peering into the cell.

“Yeah!” the
brunette beside her just short of cheered. “Heard he’s a
bit of a looker.”

“A bit?”
the silky, accented voice of Irvine Kinneas inquired, stepping to the
side, and thus out from where Seifer’s mass had been obscuring
him.

“He’s a
cowboy!” the shorter girl said gleefully. “Say ‘Hyowday,
pardner’!” she commanded, going so far as to point at
him.

“Fuck no,”
Irvine replied, staring openly at the little brunette. He turned his
head to the taller woman when he heard a low, approving whistle
escape her lips.

“How is he?”
she asked, eyes moving from the long haired inmate to the blond.
“Looks like a screamer to me.”

“Eoko!” the
spunky woman said, giggling and swatting the arm of her friend once
again.

“He
wouldn’t know,” Irvine said dryly, climbing up onto his
bunk, and began attempting to ignore the obviously crazy women posing
as correctional officers.

“That so?”
the woman, now known as Eoko, asked. She let her night stick fall
into her open palm before wrapping her fingers around it and moving
them ‘absently’ up and down the metal shaft. “Haven’t
fucked that sweet arse yet, Almasy?”

“How would you
know?!” Irvine cried, glaring over the side of his bunk.

“I’m biding
my time,” Seifer ground out between clenched teeth. He
and the guards ignored Irvine this time. The brunette because she
had fallen into another one of her giggle-fests and no one could say
when she’d finish.

“Stop molesting
your poor baton!” Zell cried, nearly dying of laughter,
clutching the bars of his cell for dear life.

“Fufufino likes
when I molest him, thank ya very much, Mr. Dincht!”

“Zelly!”
the shorter woman cried and skipped, yes skipped, over to his
cell and knocked him very lightly against the forehead with her own
baton.

“My name
is Ink, Kitty.”

“No s’not,”
she sang and giggled again.

“Oh my fucking
gods! What are you on, and does she ever stop?!”
Irvine exploded, leaning over the edge of the bunk and glaring so
hard at Eoko she even so much as raised a brow. Seifer got ready to
catch him should he over balance.

“There’s a
reason they’re called ‘Perv and Giggles’,”
he said, shaking his head.

“Let me guess
who’s who…. Fucking lunatics…”

“We like to think
so,” the bleach blond said, smile spread wide across her face.
“Well, I better save Ink from Giggles…” she
trailed off as her attention turned towards the brunette.

“Stop. Poking.
Me. With. Your. Baton!” Zell said, getting only a single word
out between pokes.

“Sephiroth
commands you to step away from the cell bars, Mr. Dincht!” she
grinned, then giggled when her comrade began humming the villain’s
theme song.

“Fuck me,
you should have called them Beavis and Butthead!” The hitman
threw himself face first into his pillow and proceeded to whimper.

“Wouldn’t
account for their infatuation with watching us fuck,” Seifer
said, leaving Zell and the girls to themselves and moving over to
Irvine’s bunk. He lifted a hand and brought it to the auburn
haired man’s shoulder, rubbing there. “Scared the shit
out of me too. Don’t know how they ever got hired.”

“They…
watch…?” Irvine asked, completely oblivious to
everything else said and done after that statement.

“Mhmm, and just
short of eating popcorn while doing so, too. I think they said they
were ‘fangirls’ or something.”

“And fangirls
just go around watching gay sex to get their rocks off??” Sky
blue eyes clearly showed the distress and shock evident in his voice.

“Their kind do.
Hold on.” He turned his head back toward the bars. “Perv!
What do you call watching us, the smartsy one?”

“Entertainment
for the heterosexually uninterested?” she asked, voice lifting
enough to easily carry back to him. “Or anal confections?”

“Not the
second one!” Zell screamed and made a motion to attempt to
smack the perverted woman. “I told you to never utter that
phrase again!”

Irvine wrentched his
head around and stared in absolute horror in the direction the voice
had floated. “Does she have no shame?!”

“None to speak
of. Miss Lens wants to study them.”

“I ain’t
never getting fucked with them around!” he cried and
returned to whimpering into his pillow. “I’d rather
shove seven or eight inches of Alastar down my throat and be done
with it!”

One of Seifer’s
golden brows rose into a lovely arch. “Who’s Alastar?”
he asked, voice deep and dangerously quiet.

“My gun,”
Irvine sneered. “My rifle. And in case I say the same
but with Exeter, she’s my shotgun.”

“You name all the
‘guns’ you’re so intimate with?” the green
eyed man asked, lips spreading into a devilish smirk. “Should
I tell you what to call mine, or will you grace it with a name all
your own?” (1)

“Like fuck your
little pin-dick is getting anywhere close enough to be intimate!
Fuck the hell off, and get off me!” Irvine lashed out
with his hand to dislodge Seifer’s on his shoulder, only to get
that grabbed up instead.

The blond gave a
vicious pull, arm already bent at an awkward angle and forcing the
hitman to arch and twist more in order to limit the pain shooting up
to his brain. Seifer brought his lips to the slender man’s ear
and nipped once, then spoke. “You ran outta luck a long time
ago, what you’re running on now, I got no clue, but eventually
it’ll run out too. And if you keep this shit up, you better
get used to calling my gun your worst nightmare.”

With that he threw the
assassin roughly back down onto his mattress and stalked off to the
sink to clean up for bed.

Kitty and Eoko stepped
back in front of Seifer’s cell. He could see them look at each
other, then disapprovingly at him. They encouraged the openly gay
and bisexual inmates to form healthy, safe relationships, not rape
whoever they wanted. He lifted his middle finger over his shoulder
at them and went back to brushing his teeth.

The brunette sighed and
reached into the pouch at her side. The taller woman reached into
her pocket. Each withdrew one item and moved to the side of the cell
nearest the bunks. They reached in and lofted both items up onto
Irvine’s bunk before continuing on their rounds.

Irvine cocked a brow
and slowly lifted himself from the position he had been thrown. He
curled up his knees and leaned up, looking down at the foot of his
bunk where the two ‘gifts’ sat. He reached out and
picked them up, looking at them closely. One was a tube of face and
hand lotion with aloe vera, the other was medicated lip chap. His
brow arched again, higher and he looked out past the bars of his
cell.

“What’d you
get?” Seifer asked, laying down in his bed.

The hitman blinked and
tucked the items into his pillowcase. “Lotion with aloe and
lip chap.”

“Guess they heard
you were getting roughed up.”

“They give
everyone gifts?”

“Only those they
expect to watch. Guess you set off their gaydar.”

“They’re
women!” he protested.

“Bisexual women
to be precise. They have it too.” Seifer grinned to himself
at that. Not that his own senses weren’t telling him that
Irvine would in fact enjoy being with him. But it was nice to have
the outside perspective on his side as well.

Irvine groaned loudly at the exact same time the lights
went out and he fell once again with his face buried in his pillow.
“I hate it here…” he murmured.

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(1) Gold. Pure gold. This is one of my favourite lines
in this fic, and that's saying a lot since I think there are a lot of
good lines that came from us both. But this is just made of epic win.
ILU, Ko-Ko~
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